First bubbles, then ripples and then a head slides out of the water with an inhale. Your eyes slowly focus on me standing over you and you realize tha... you are not dreaming anymore. As you slowly shake the disoriented jumbled mix of dreams and consciousness into a more logical pattern of thought, you stretch. The slow deliberate flex of your body is feline: graceful, slow and subtly coiled. Another blast of energy fills my head; this one is a little more visceral. You look at me and mumble. Mine was very nervous as all of my old fears and anxieties surged to the fore. Why would someone so much younger, vibrant, and beautiful want anything to do with someone like me, older, and already once discarded and just off the scrap heap. I had very little doubt that with little effort she would have no problem finding far more desirable and attractive submissive suitors who would offer anything to serve her. I wondered if, in her own silence, she was thinking the same thing. She had. Cavanaugh called upstairs on the intercom and told the twins their boyfriend was waiting for them. Elaine and Ellen came exploding down the stairs and swarmed their parents. After a bunch of thank yous, they grabbed me and hauled me out to the back yard. We sat in the swing under the gazebo, me between them, them tucked under my arms. They weren't surprised at all about what their parents said. They had it all figured out days ago. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes then I reluctantly had. She needs cleaning up a bit before dinner, don’t you think?”I looked at Mistress and I knew what she was asking of me. I walked up to Marie and knelt in front of her. The floor was hard under my knees, but I ignored that. The front of Marie’s dress was covered in damp patches and, as I lifted it, I smelled the heady scent of her orgasm. Her thong was tiny and dark with her juices. I leaned forward and started to clean her thighs with my tongue. She tasted wonderful and I was in heaven.